Previously on "XIII"
Let me help you out some more.
Miguel Santos.
He was your trainer and your handler after the CIA recruited you.
You're going to get yourself arrested for buying drugs?
Santos is the only lead I have right now,
about what happened to me in those 5 years
that my file went blank.
You learned your Spanish is Costa Verde.
Ryan Flay, you were his trainer.
- Shame. - What?
I asked Santos about Ryan Flay and he kept saying shame.
What does it mean?
No idea.
Sheridan set me up.
When you finally discover who you really were,
you'll understand that you and I have a lot in common.
I could have been an interrogator.
Tortured people.
Looked like a robbery gone bad, just like you wanted.
Your next target is in an apartment above Cantina Morisquos.
Why would he do that?
You didn't send him to that rendition camp to rot
because he had faith in his moral fiber.
You need to move on.
You need to keep searching for who you are.
That is what Sam would have wanted.
Nice décor.
Yeah the previous occupant was a middleman
for a drug cartel.
DEA knocked out the head of the outfit a couple of weeks ago,
so if anyone comes back here it's going to be in pieces.
Look, you'll be safe here alright?
Nobody knows about this place except for me.
I know it's not Sam's place but it's a place.
Yeah.
All of the improvements they have made are state of the art.
Fully shielded, fiber and electric,
set con routed through third parties,
fully redundant systems.
Completely untraceable.
Lucky me.
Sam deserved better, Ryan.
So do you.
I appreciate that.
So your debrief for Venezuela--
You said that asking Santos about Ryan Flay was a dead end?
I definitely knew him and he knew me,
he seemed to recognize the photo,
at least I thought so.
He kept saying "shame."
Shame-- Shame-- Ahhhhh!
Shame on what? Shame on me? On him?
I did some checking into Santos.
And?
Open it.
You know that Ryan Flay was recruited
by a company called Transcom, which is a CIA front operation, right?
What you don't know is that he wasn't the only one recruited.
You obviously have a theory.
Shame--
What if shame isn't an emotion here?
What if it's a name?
Seamus.
Seamus O'Neill.
O'Neil was definitely a CIA asset.
And his intake date was exactly the same as Ryan Flay's.
So we must have known each other.
Unfortunately, the CIA loses the plot on Seamus O'Neill fairly quickly.
What they lost an asset?
It happens more often than you think.
Shamus O'Neil went home to Glenlarkin to
await assignment but was never called up.
That's odd.
Yeah, very.
Glenlarkin is NRA territory--
You think they're involved?
Well there's no way to be sure.
But what I do know is there's a flight leaving for Ireland in the morning.
There are even a couple of aisle seats left.
Two conditions.
I'm listening.
One. Don't follow me.
Because Giordino will be following you.
Understood. Two?
Redecorate.
I was a secret agent,
betrayed by my own people.
Robbed of my face, my memories, my history--
Hidden in my past
is a secret that threatens all humanity.
I search for answers with nothing to hold onto
but the tattoo that has become my name.
I am XIII.
♪ XIII: The Series - 1x04 ♪ The Irish Job Original Air Date May 11, 2011
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This better be important.
I'm on track to break 80.
TSA logs just came in.
XIII tripped facial scanners in JFK on his way to Dublin.
What the hell's he doing in Ireland?
We think it has something to do with an old asset.
An old Transcom recruit named Seamus O'Neill.
Irish National.
What do we know?
File was buried with CIA bureaucracy so long
it didn't trip anything when it was accessed last week.
Who made the request?
We don't know.
They covered their tracks..
O'Neill's a footnote,
but it appears he trained along side Ryan Flay.
Now this could be an opportunity.
How so?
The data that XIII delivered was incomplete..
O'Neill, or someone like him
they might be able to lead him to the other pieces.
Well you tell me this-- if XIII's memory is gone,
how is he making contact with old friends?
Guardian angel in the intelligence community.
Oh that won't do.
Not unless we're running them.
I don't want XIII finding anything unless we can access it too.
You find the angel.
And clip their damn wings.
♪
Hi, I have a reservation for two nights.
Ah, yes.
The Yank!
Oatmeal and a fry in the morning til half eight.
Bathroom's down the hall.
Fresh towel every day. One per room.
Thanks.
That arrived for ya.
My condolences.
You're a tourist? Or just family business.
I'm just passing through.
He wanted to come home.
Actually, I'm also looking for a buddy from college--
We lost touch.
Can I show you a picture?
Kelly O'Neill's boy; Seamus.
Oh, you knew him.
Terrible scrapper--
He got caught up in it at the end.
In the troubles?
That father of his.
We were so relieved when he went to America.
But he came back.
Yes. After his father passed.
For a time.
Then he was gone again.
God help her, doesn't Moira still pine for him?
Moira?
Where can I find her?
Pulling pints in town, same as ever, I'd expect.
Thanks.
Thank you very much.
♪
Tommy, that cider better be your first or I'll be hurt.
For once it's not as grey as a banker's smile out there.
How are yous?
Right. Who needs another refill?
How 'bout you then?
Pint. Whiskey chaser.
Ah. A Yank.
You tryin' to impress me with that order?
Maybe.
Moira.
Ryan.
I'll get you your pint.
♪
That's a Claddagh.
I have one too.
It's Irish. A Claddagh friendship ring.
Usually there are two of them.
Right, is your wife with you then?
Oh, I'm not married.
You're wearing it wrong, I'm afraid.
Left hand, crown in means you're married.
Right hand, crown out means the heart's still lookin'.
Yours is turned in. Spoken for.
Who's the lucky guy?
We don't need sad stories, do we?
Let me see if I can guess his name.
Not Paddy.
You okay, love?
Ah, don't worry.
Not Michael.
You are a persistent bugger.
How about Seamus?
Seamus hasn't been in in a long while.
Any idea where I could find him?
No, I don't.
Pint's on me.
There won't be another.
There's an American in here, he's winding Moira up.
How'd she seem?
Rattled.
Okay, tell me about the yank.
Bit a swagger, good teeth-- A Yank, Brendan!
What do you want me to say?
This is a bad time for anyone to be asking questions!
Ah, that's why I called ya.
What do you want me to do?
Nip it in the bud.
Okay, boss.
♪
You alright, Moira?
I'm not made of China.
Go on, give us a light.
Brandon hates to see you upset.
You tell Brandon not to be starting with me again.
♪
CRASH!
♪
You wanted to see me, Sir?
Close the door.
Imagine my surprise this morning.
I'm sorry, Sir?
XIII departs for Dublin. 15:20 hours.
Really.
Ireland is one of the largest
arms transshipment points in Europe.
There are eight groups with a presence there.
I don't want XIII anywhere near any of them.
I should have been told about the trip.
Maybe he's going to kiss the Blarney stone.
Was that supposed to be funny?
No. No, Sir, it wasn't, but the President's
standing orders are to allow XIII freedom of movement.
If you have a different interpretation of that directive,
I'd be happy to hear it.
I don't have to agree with the President's decisions
in order to protect his interests.
I'll certainly keep that in mind, Sir.
If there's nothing else.
Who is Seamus O'Neill?
Sit down.
Is XIII trying to contact him?
No. He's just trying to figure out who he is.
Or maybe he's building an arsenal and he's meeting
with former IRA terrorists who are a security threat to the U.S.
Sir, I assure you that is not the case.
You're very naïve, Agent Jones!
But you seem to be the resident XIII whisperer,
so I want you there.
Next time, I want to find out about it
before it's yesterday's news.
Yes, Sir.
Now you can go.
♪
You want the police down on us?
They should mark it on the road signs.
It's a hazard.
You shut--
Brendan, you can't freelance a move like this.
That'll get you 2 slugs in your kneecaps.
And we're back to the IRA history lesson.
Tourist drives drunk-- Whoops, cracked head.
None of yours, boy.
We was just scarin' him off.
Oi. Watch the boxes, yeah?
You haven't been a hard man for years, Murphy,
I don't expect you to be bold.
Bold! Bold--
Bold's gonna get you jammed up or in a box.
Can we talk about our thuggy cousins, now?
That depends.
Depends on your driver and your truck.
You have them here by eight,
they'll be on the road by eight-thirty--
My man'll be there.
Chinese freighter docks in Galway, first light.
The right people have been paid.
Just another load of Crisps and Pot Noodle going to market.
Okay, and the Belgians are in London,
they're gonna hook up with the Dutch.
We give them the word, they'll be here within a matter of hours.
We don't have to 'Sieg Heil', do we?
Maybe we can scare up some Black Forest cake,
bit a strudel.
Strudel, yeah--
Franz might like that.
Look, they might be right wing, but their money's good. Alright?
Right wing, my arse, Neo Nazies is what they are.
They had complaints about the price.
Typical. Bad enough they can't afford their pure,
German made guns. Now they have to
go and haggle over my lovely, state-of-the-art Chinese knockoff?
They have concerns, okay?!
They're getting' ordnance that'd drive INTERPOL up their Adolf-loving arses.
Which is exactly why they're still on the hook.
Good.
My contacts, my front, your network.
See how nicely everyone plays.
Don't play me, Brendan.
Maybe it'll be a couple of grenades in your pillow.
Give the wife a bang for a change.
You little shi--
Ah, ah--
Hip Hop and Red Bull makes them crazy.
Alright. Your pipeline worked.
Turns out groceries are the perfect cover. You were right.
Keep it up. Could be the first of many.
Would you look at that, Yankee tourist all forgotten.
Now can we all stay smiley long enough to get rich?
Sure. See ya, fool.
♪
Accident?
Yeah.
You'll be wanting a hospital, then?
Uh, no.
I see.
It was that sort of accident.
The name's Mullway.
Sean.
Ryan Flay.
You're were askin' in town about Seamus O'Neill.
I guess those questions hit a sore spot with somebody.
Bad sorts, the O'Neill's.
Rebels and hard luck types, all of them.
Seamus--
I wouldn't be surprised if he came to a bad end.
More than that I don't ask.
So the peace brought no peace to Glenlarkin?
Take away a man's politics,
he soon turns to money.
Is that what happens?
To me?
I'm well out of all of that.
Say you were still that sort...
Where would I find you?
Look it's just a whole lotta noise.
Not worth getting tied into.
If you're smart,
you'd be on your way.
Yeah.
♪
I need to talk to you in private.
There's something about the way you looked at
everybody else in the bar today.
I think you were sizing them up.
Like lambs for slaughter.
Seamus used to do that.
I knew Seamus. Back in Bolder.
Right, college friends? And I'm Pop Benect.
My name is Ryan Flay.
Are you sure you have no idea where he is?
He just ran off, didn't he.
Not a word.
Him gone and forgotten and me sitting here
waiting like a fool.
Someone ran my car off the road today.
Someone who didn't want me asking questions about Seamus.
That's got nothing to do with me.
I think it does, Moira.
I have loved Seamus since I was fifteen years old.
But the coldness, I never found the bottom of it.
Men like you and him are riddled with heartbreak.
And there's not one of you can be saved.
Brendan Towey.
What about him?
Owns a food distributors in town,
he inherited it, lucky sod.
I've been fightin' him off for years.
He's always coming in, bragging about
how hard a man he is, as if--
As if that's all it would take to take Seamus' place.
That and free crisps.
Brendan didn't like Seamus.
And Seamus kept secrets.
Brendan was younger
he ran his mouth off so much
he leaked like a sieve.
And he always had big plans, mostly about guns.
You need to go.
♪
I wanna get a huge Sony.
Fifty-eight, sixty-one inches. An X-Box.
Sixty-one inches my bollocks.
That hole of a flat you're in,
you gotta hang your business out the window
if you wanna get a good flush.
What are you gonna do with a TV?
What's your plan for your cut then, Brendan?
Real-estate, boys.
Depressed mortgages in Dublin and Limerick.
Tellin' ya, Celtic Tiger has life in her yet.
My arse.
Who knows?
That much flash maybe I'll get me a little lady.
Go riding.
- Those guys friends of yours? - Ah--
Small town, everybody's in everybody's business.
What business would that be?
Oh, that talk a lot. Occasionally get pissed.
Anything else you'd be better off asking them?
I was just curious.
Hmm-- 'Cause you're a long-lost relative, right?
Let's go, lads! We got a job to do.
See yas later, Moira.
Bye, love.
"Prosperity" painted right in the side.
And they say the Chinese don't have a sense of humor.
We're gonna go over this again!
There's a right way and a wrong way of doin' it
and there's no mistakes.
They as touchy as you are?
Your Gestapo friends.
My men line the men and cover,
your boys stay the hell back here--
I set up the deal with the Chinese.
Baby sat it all the way, dealt with the middleman,
drank a whole lot of tea
and gained their trust.
You boys are just the bank, so act accordingly.
I'm getting sick of your mouth!
And I think you should watch your place.
Boss! Look what I found!
And where are you going, love?
Just making sure the factory's wheat-free, guys.
Who the hell is that?
It's that girl from the pub.
This place was locked up.
I was just looking for a bathroom and I can see
you guys are busy, I'm fine to go--
She's been snooping! You said this was secure!
You, shut it!
Take her out the back, boy.
Go 'round back! Go!
Get down! Stay down!
CRASH!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Amateurs!
What the hell just happened?!
Damn it!
You want to tell me what's going on?
What are we doing all the way out here?
♪
Do you mind telling me how you came over here
looking for Seamus O'Neill and ended up
in the middle of an international arms deal?
Maybe later.
Do you have any idea how far
out onto a limb I've gone for you?
Amos thinks you're over here building an arsenal.
I gotta tell you, this doesn't exactly prove him wrong.
I trusted you.
You promised you wouldn't follow me.
I had no choice.
♪
Mrs. Derkin.
I heard you come in from the garden.
Oh...
I was just bringing you a fresh towel...
Oh-- One per day.
Get on the phone, find out anything you can
about Neo Nazi groups in Europe looking to deal arms.
I don't understand your plan.
You're looking at it.
Bit early for you, Brendan.
Yeah, the motor ways are covered.
He must have the van stashed.
We'll find him, I promise.
We have time.
Yeah, we'll still make the meeting.
I have no use for a van full of weapons, Brendan.
What do want then?
Information about Seamus O'Neill.
Nobody talks about Seamus.
Then maybe it's time.
I heard he had some shady friends.
C.I.A. friends.
Some women like that sort of thing.
I'll trade you the weapons
for intel on Seamus.
Where he is,
how he got there.
Give me your cell.
You know, if I sing a song about Seamus,
you might not like how it ends.
As long as it's the truth,
you get your truck.
I'll let you know the where and when to make the trade.
♪
Oh, uh, no, thank you.
But, uh... keep it close.
Everything alright?
Fantastic.
You look sick with worry.
You know, that's not good for ya.
Gives ya lines around the eyes.
And gout, I think...
How long have you known Ryan, Mr. Mullway?
I met him on the road.
Just a good samaritan.
Doing my best to improve the community.
Uh huh.
You're an American.
You should appreciate the value in that.
How many countries are you renovating right now?
Excuse me.
Tom, what do you got?
Okay, send it to my phone.
I owe you one. Thanks.
You can't be here.
Mrs. Derkin let me in.
You have to leave.
For years I held a sliver of hope that maybe he'd come back.
Today, after hearing you two talking,
that all fell away.
I'm sorry, Moira.
Did Seamus tell Brendan about working with the C.I.A.?
He told nobody but me.
He burned all his communications.
Wrote in code in his black book.
This place is dangerous.
Why would you wait so long before coming to look for him?
He said he was your friend.
It's complicated.
♪
I was injured.
I don't even remember Seamus.
I don't remember anything.
I was hoping that he'd help me.
Well...
Aren't we a pair then.
I'm sorry I said you were cold.
You weren't wrong.
You just dredged up all these memories.
I'm sorry about that.
And you...
Not to remember anything you've lost.
I think that must be worse.
No.
Yes.
No.
It won't make it easier.
I suppose not. For either one of us.
I don't think that's the way the world works.
I suppose.
You find out what happened to Seamus.
That much I promise you.
♪
Yeah, boss?
She came to see the Yank.
For how long?
Twenty minutes. Maybe a little bit longer.
Okay.
When the Yank calls with the van's location we move.
The one who kills him gets a thousand Euros.
What about Moira?
I'm done with her.
♪
Do you know Tom Sabathia, my analyst on the Europe desk?
Can't say that I do.
Well he's doing great work for Jones.
Pulling together intel on Neo-Nazi groups looking to deal weapons.
Assumed it was off your authorization.
Jones is on a special assignment.
I suppose Jones sees some strategic advantage
in stirring that pot.
Operationally, what would be the up side?
Trust.
Turning an asset.
Cover for a legend, or counter-intelligence.
I'd really have to know more about the specific op.
Anyway--
Tom says that Jones'
inquiries are more general than specific,
so it might just be some deep background.
Where would they be buying the guns from?
Hell, I can name six or seven new vendors right now.
Guns are a sellers market.
Anyone less capable, I might caution them
against opening such a Pandora's box.
Yeah.
But Jones--
A very capable operative.
Very capable.
Anyway, just wanted you to know that she
and Tom are working very well together.
Inter-agency cooperation at its finest.
Good night, Sir.
♪
We still have a deal?
We have a deal.
Come closer.
Just stay cool here, lads.
That's far enough.
Tell me about Seamus O'Neill.
He was a lousy dancer.
And when he went to America nobody blinked.
Nobody cared.
That's not what I want to know.
The family he came from?
Patriots. All of them.
And him consulting with the C.I.A.
How did that look?
You were in love with his girl.
How did that look?
What happened to him, Brendan?
Where is Seamus now?
Back in the day, the IRA would rouse you at night
if you looked at a man the wrong way.
Your Ma would never know where you were buried.
What the hell is this?
But the troubles were over
and the boys had lost their edge.
That's a load of bollocks!
That's the truth!
When I overheard Seamus asking his orders from the C.I.A.,
I did what these tossers couldn't.
You little bastard.
I did what needed to be done.
And now the traitor's sleeping with his fathers
and that's better than he deserved!
With his fathers.
Yeah.
Okay.
A noble cause as the excuse to kill a boyfriend
is never a good idea.
And one last thing.
Think before you start shooting.
You never know who you might hit.
I had a chat with your buyers.
They had concerns.
Hold!
Everybody just calm down!
This can still happen!
Don't move, man!
Let him go, Brendan! For God sakes!
I'm tellin' ya! Stop walking!
As long as the cargo is here, Brendan,
the odd man over there doesn't matter.
I told you, Brendan, I'm not interested in the guns.
Lower your weapons, Brendan!
Let's have no misunderstandings here, okay!
It's all in there, Brendan.
The automatic rifles, the grenades--
Even the C-4.
Look, I'm dropping you at Moira's.
Make sure she stays off the street.
Where are you going?
Church!
♪
Seamus...
♪
Ugh!
Oh!
♪
THUD
♪
Brendan's dead, Moira.
Good.
We better clear out.
If any of those boys survived, they'll be out for blood.
Moira...
It looks like Seamus was shot in the back.
He wouldn't have suffered.
Figures.
Brendan wouldn't have the stones to look him in the eyes.
He was a jealous snake.
What will you do now?
Put Seamus to proper rest.
Then leave here.
Should have done it a long time ago.
It's hard to let go of old ghosts.
Seamus' book.
It's full of ciphers.
There's nothing in here for me.
We'll get into this when we get back.
There is something that you should have.
The Claddagh was a promise.
It's a promise he meant to keep.
He always did like the flash.
He guarded it with his life.
♪
The group included members of the Belgian, Dutch
and French far right and various Neo-Nazi elements.
The Belgian cell was responsible for bombing
a marketplace in Antwerp last year.
Cooperation between these groups is new.
Securing grenades and military-grade explosives
would have been a significant escalation.
But we have reliable ground reports that the
senior leadership of this group was
liquidated in Ireland forty-eight hours ago.
Completely liquidated?
Yes. In large part due to
cooperation between CIA and NSA assets.
Good integration, people. Well done.
Who did the liquidating?
It appears the arms deal went south and they turned on each other.
They also took out ex-I.R.A. assets that
MI-6 had recently reclassified as "active."
As D.N.I., my report to the President will state
that these events set back European activities by eleven months.
So collateral damage works for us for a change.
The evidence points to that.
For now.
That's all.
Thank you, Sir.
Thanks, everyone.
You know I know a senior analyst at Langley who's big into crypto
if you want an assist with that.
I've got it covered.
Another talent I never knew I had.
Background and operational details for an infiltration mission.
What kind of infiltration?
Corporate.
Seamus believed they'd never activate him.
Why?
The agency was moving slowly, making sure his legend was in place.
They tasked him for the mission but--
Then it gets weird.
Huh. Weird sounds bad.
They wanted to train him with a bunch of mercenaries
in a terrorist training camp in Montana.
A terrorist training camp? On U.S. soil?
It's real.
These are letters, drafts with a similar
encryption sent to Ryan Flay.
Seamus discussed the mission in detail
while he was waiting for a go.
So what was Ryan? His handler?
Back up.
You're telling me that C.I.A. sent an operative to a terrorist training camp?
That's what you're trying to tell me.
Seamus died before he was activated.
The legend was still good.
So Ryan went in his place.
No. No, you're probably getting it wrong.
Let me call my guy at Langley
and he can backfill you in on this--
Think this through.
Ryan was a kid from the Midwest.
They wanted someone with a pedigree,
someone with family terrorist leanings.
Somebody Irish.
Seamus O'Neill.
You're telling me that you were Seamus O'Neill?
For the purpose of that mission, yeah.
I did this. I became Seamus O'Neill.
I was in Montana. I was in that camp.
I don't want to hear this.
It's in Bitterroot.
The contact protocols are spelled out in the doc.
I sent him a blind message.
And got a response.
They're still active.
I don't want to hear this!
You're saying this happened in our own backyard!
And you were a part of it!
It's not the kind of place you can just stroll into.
Yeah.
So don't! This is against everything I stand for!
I don't want to help you.
I want to call in an air strike!
I have to go back there!
You are not a terrorist, Ryan!
And how do we know that?
You're going to need a plan.
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